8:34 pm . stray
wander down the streets
anywhere but home or here,
pale orange cellophane
pressing on the skyline.
blue-black-indigo smog
& the darkness unfolds.

planes lower themselves
to earth, cars are creating
distance. the music is flowing
with the ease of the finest wine.

legs folded into my chest,
staring, humming, re-living
the sensation of being
nothing.

blank white pages
await the words,
maybe it's time to
start all over.

nostalgia . uncertainty